I'm super busy.
So fantastic that the Bears beat the snot out of the Vikes, but I could hurl at the 5 (five!) Bear injuries from the game.
Anyway, this is from a couple years ago...
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So fantastic that the Bears beat the snot out of the Vikes, but I could hurl at the 5 (five!) Bear injuries from the game.
Anyway, this is from a couple years ago...
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Not here to talk about how awful life is for the Cub Fan right now.
It's a day off, lets talk about flip flops.
They have an underdog-kind of history, flip flops do, especially in the midwest.
When I came to Chicago in the 80's, people didn't wear flops except in the shower.
There were sandals, sure, but sandals have that Jesus thing going on.
The real midwestern flip flop of the 80's was a hideous boat shoe called the Sperry Topsider, leather and sometimes with tassels - like little cardigan sweaters for the feet.
They made me feel silly so...I stayed with the flops.
The kind from Walgreen's that come in all colors.
I'd get about 6 pairs for a grand total of about 10 bucks, last all summer long.
Especially fabulous in the bleachers at Wrigley, where staying cool is a must and the beer spillage is rampant.
You can just hose 'em off after.
Flip flops have come a long way since then.
Fashionable even.
Found my favorite brand about 5 years ago at a surf shop in Kona: Reefs.
I still have 'em.
Bulletproof.
I've got a pretty big collection now, including the sporty "Fannings" with the super cool beer bottle opener on the bottom, which of course I've never used.
Okay, back to the White Sox, the flops, and the point of this little chat.
If I'm going to Wrigley and I put on a pair of flops, I can look at my sock drawer and say, "Fuck the socks."
And I do, every time.
Say that out loud right now.
Awesome, right?